[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
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You know it gotta be gangsta
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When Other Peoples Money in the place
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You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face
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You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face
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If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist
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You don't really wanna hear the glock echo
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Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko
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Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin
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On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin
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Waitin til them semi-autos poppin
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My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin
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Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha
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Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha
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Back in the V throw the toast away
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Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away
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Before the sirens is comin
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My niggaz be runnin
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Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin
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And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it
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We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin
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You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it
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[Verse 2: Begetz]
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Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly
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That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy
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Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee
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If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi
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Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina
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If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya
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Want heat? I can get ya a fevea
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Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata
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A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya
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Yall get sticked in the freeza
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Body wrapped up in the plastic
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Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas
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Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt
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Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt
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I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop
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Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop
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And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not
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You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot
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[Verse 3: X-Million]
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I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta
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But I'm in and out of courts steady
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Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy
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I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry
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Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready
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For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds
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Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs
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Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick
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Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead
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I'm on video rollin with po-po
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Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo
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Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk
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Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt
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You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500
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Not a mile on it, gully I want it
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Put 100 thou on it nigga
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And I ain't gangsta?
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Pranksta
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| Fredro Starr |
